As a guy, the number one rule to being best friends with a girl should be simple…

Never, and I do mean never, fall in love with her. Oh and you should never fantasize about her either.

Believe me, that situation can get messy really fast and leave you with
nothing but one hell of an awkward mess on your hands—literally.

Reese and I have been through everything together; our bond is deep.
But I am going down fast, and I fear there is no way to stop it. I spend
most of my time hiding my body’s reaction to her because like I said:
just friends.

But things are changing. We are changing.

I no longer see her as just Reese, my best friend. When I look at her
now, I see a gorgeous woman that takes my breath away. I see my future.
But what if she doesn’t see me the same way?

I can’t risk losing her…

The fear of screwing everything up is excruciating. So that’s why I
have chosen to stick to the rules. The Rules of Friendship that is.

She was off limits. Plain and simple.

But then in she walks wearing her tiny shorts and those tight tops.
Come on, a guy can only have so much restraint before he caves…

“I love you, Reese,” he declares in a raspy voice. Punctuating every
word, Dawson repeats, “I. Love. You.” Every drawn out word pierces my
heart. He twists his hands in front of him, as if to keep them busy and
keep him from reaching out for me. “I’ve wanted you for so long, even
when I knew I shouldn’t. The hardest thing was pretending that what I
felt for you was nothing more than friendship. When on the inside, I
wanted to make you mine. I need to know: Are you mine, Reese?”